Chp.3;The murder
On Mr.Pendanski's back was a chibbie picture of himself with a wig and a dress on, being chased by funny shibbies of Mr. Sir and The Warden, Mr. Sir had his pistol out and was firing at chibbie Pendanski, while the chibbie Warden was leading on army of rattle-snakes and yellow spotted lizards, she was pointing at Mom with one hand, and her other hand was down by her side clutching a bottle of black nailpolish, which, everyone concluded was her special rattle-snake venom polish. Mom decided to ignore the fact that the boys were laughing, concluding that 'Theodore' had farted again. ((You'd think that instead of laughing, they'd all have passed out. Dumb person...)) Mom left rather quickly after that thought.
*In D-tent*
"God damn, I don't think I've laughed that hard since before Zero came!" X- Ray wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes. "Aright, who drew it?" everyone stopped laughing and looked around the tent. No one raised their hand. There was silence for a while untill, "I did it. Damn bastard deserved some form of punishment." everyone looked at Conzeta, aka Mourn. "It speaks!" Zig- Zag cried and pretended to faint. Mourn laughed a little, something nobody ever thought was possible. Everyone was still shocked. "Oh snap out of it you morons!" she glared at everyone. That got them out of their trance. "Who are you calling a moron!?" Armpit yelled, raising his fist. "Ahh, pit! Put 'em down man!" "Come on! Have mercy on us!" everyone turned away holding their noses. Mourn looked disgusted. She leaned over the side of her cot amd rumaged through her bag. She then stood up and walked up to Armpit. He glared at her and vice versa. "Haaii ya!!!!!!" She jumped back and sprayed him with something out of a black-purple bottle. Armpit screamed and raised his srms to protect his face. Mourn stopped spraying and calmly walked over to her cot and sat down. "W..what did you do to me!?" Armpit cried. "I sprayed you with poisen." "P..Poisen?" "Yes, it's my favorite, not to mention strongest, perfume." "PERFUME!!!" "Yes, perfume, and I think it took away most of that foul oder emnateing from your body." Everyone stared at her blankly. She sighed. "His B.O." "Ohhhhh" everyone nodded, but still stared at her. "Since when did you decide to talk Mourn?" "Since that moron called Mom decided to tell you what I did. I will not have him telling you withought me telling you what truly happened. That is, if you wish to know." "Of course Mourn, we'd love to here what 'truly' happened." Mom hissed, his voice filled with a mocking sarcasm and dripping with evident hatered, the picture clutched in his hand. "I see you found my artwork Sagira, good. I beleive you were also coming to see about the screaming? Do not worry young, leiko one, I twas only takeing care of Theodore's myrrh, which was becoming quite a nusence." Mom glared, looking slightly confused. "Now whose the dumb one, eh 'Okasan' ?" "Why you!" "Come come, fighting will get you no where, you shall only loose again." "Shut up you little murderer." "Technically it would be murderess, seeing as how I am a girl, but then again, framed is such a better word." "Pah, there is absoltely no evidence that you were framed, only that you were the murderer. The bloody knife in your hand, your whole family dead, your mothers head on the mantle..." "Whoa.....You cut of your mothers head? I told you she was insane! But does anyone listen to Zig-Zag, nooooo! It's always, 'I read his file, it says he suffers from accute paranoia' or 'don't listen, he's paranoide,' well whose parinode now, eh!!?" Zig-Zag panted. Squid was on him in a heart beat. "It's because you are paranoide. It's because you aren't right, and will never be right! There are no cameras, there are no microphones, the F.B.I is not watching you, and CONZETA DID NOT MURDER HER FAMILY!" Squid was furious. His tooth pick had long since broken in half. "Whoa! Squid man, chill, chill Okay? We don't beleive she murdered her family, now just calm down!" Stanley pried Squid off of Ziggy. Squid nodded at Stanley, then turned and glared at Zig-Zag, who glared back. "You...beleive me?" "I..I.." Squid looked away. "I watched it happen." "You saw what happened! Really!" Conzeta's eyes shone with hope. "That means I have a witness!" "Hmph. That's not possible. Alan lived in Tennesee, while you lived in California. It's impossible." "No it isn't. We moved about a week later." "Really, so what happened Alan? Tells us." "No. It's Mourn's tale, not mine. She tells it." "Hmph, fine. Enlighten us Mourn." Mr. P smirked. "Fine. It all happened after I was coming home from school with my best friend Sarah..."
*FLASHBACK*
12 year olds Conzeta and Sarah, her best friend, laughed at a joke Sarah had told. "That was a good one Sis!" Conzeta said and wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. "Of course it was! I'm the one who told it!" Conzeta laughed at her friends attitude. "Hey! Did you hear about what happened to the fly on the toilet seat?" "No, what about it?" "He got pissed off!" Conzeta and Sarah cracked up again. "Ooo boy, I love that one!" "Me too! That was great!" "Why thank you Sarah!" "Your quite welcome sis. Hey Zeta?" "Yeah?" "Can I come over? We can do our homework together and finish up our science project. I have the clay and stuff for the volcano in my bag. Al we need is the spagettie sauce and weiner people." "Awesome! Come on over, my mom won't mind and dad's not supposed to be home till around...five, I think." "Perfect! No interuptions! We'll just tie your brother to a chair in his room and gag him so he won't bother us! It worked pretty well last time." "Haha! It sure did! He still isn't talking to me!" both girls laughed and headed up Conzeta's front porch. Suddenly the girls heard a scream and something hit the floor with a loud thud. Conzeta turned pale and the girls ran over to the window and looked in. Conzeta screamed. Her seven year old brother, Mickie, was hanging upside down over the couch, blood dripping from his mouth, chest, and back. Her older sister, 15 year old Keahi, was jammed into their tiny, unused fireplace, her eyes were gone and her body was cut open from her chest to her thigh. Conzeta's mother, her beautiful,loveing, curagius mother, was lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood. She had been stabbed countless times in the heart, her back, her legs and her stomech. Her head was gone. Cloudy brown eyes stared sightlessly at them through the window, her mouth open wide in terror. Who could have done this? Who was cruel enough to have murded them all so horribly? The answer. Her father towered over her mother grinning horribly. He was covered with his family's blood, all except one. Conzeta's. Conzeta covered her mouth in horror at what she had done. Oh why had she screamed! Her father turned his head sharply and stared at Conzeta and Sarah. His grin grew. He shot out of the living and out the front door. He grabbed Conzeta ans Sarah by their necks and dragged them inside. He through Conzeta on the floor and lifted Sarah up in the air. He was going to kill her! Conzeta stared at her father in horror. The malice in his dark brown eyes, the blood all over his body, the cold, evil grin, what had happened to him? He was not the father Conzeta knew. No, he was a crazed man, driven by an unknown hatered that had been buried in his heart. A hatered of himself. He cackled and brought the knife closer to Sarah's throat. "NO! SARAH! PLEASE! DADDY DON'T KILL HER!" Conzeta sobbed and pleaded for her friends life. "Zeta, always remember me. Please don't forget me. Il ove you so much, your like my sister. Run for it, don't look back, just RUN!" Sarah screamed as the knife tore through the flesh of her neck. Blood sprayed out of her neck and covered Conzeta. Conzeta screamed again as her friend's lifeless body was dropped carelessly to the red tainted carpet. Her father began advancing on her. "Why daddy!" she sobbed, "Why did you kill them?! Your family? My only friend!? Why daddy? What drove you to murder everyone?" she sobbed harder and started backing up. "Why? Because I can. The power I feel is consuming! Knowing that I am strong enough to have killed them all so easily. Come Conzeta, come join your family and your friend. Join then in a peaceful slumber for all eternity. You can not run from your destiny. Join them Conzeta, Join them!" her began to advance on her again. A 13 year old Alan watched the man go after his youngest daughter. He glanced around the room with wide eyes. So much blood.... never had he seen so much of the horrible crimson liquid splattered on a wall. He shook his head and watched the sobbing girl and her father. Never had he felt so completly useless in his life! He had to call the cops! 'Call them! Call them!' his mind screamed, but his legs refused to work. He watched as Conzeta's father kept advancing on her. Suddnly he lunged at her, she screamed and jumped out of the way and he crashed into the wall behind her. Conzeta screamed again and ran into the kitchen. Alan thought to himself, 'Why didn't she run out the front door?' Conzeta herself was thinking the same thing. She didn't know what she was doing anymore, her body wasn't obeying her mind anylonger. She ran to the counter and grabbed the butcher knife from the chopping station, where her mother had apperently been starting dinner. She ran back into the living room and ran at her father, who was still lying on the floor, struggling to pick himself up. "I hate you. I always have. I knew I couldn't trust you, you monster! You killed them, now I will kill you." her voice was calm and impassive, Alan marveled. She raised the knife and thrust it deep into the back of his heart. He yelled and went limp. She stared at him, not quite knowing what she had just done. Alan was shocked. She had just killed her father. The sweet, innocent, playful young girl next door had killed her father. 'I know it was on self defense, and after what she's just seen makes this feat look as a trivial matter, but...' he knew she had to do it, he knew that it was neccicary for her survival but it was so.....horrible to see. The sweetest girl he'd ever seen had to have her hands tainted with her family's blood, her best friend's blood. They both had to live knowing that they could do nothing and had to watch this slideshow over and over again in their dreams. They both had to live with the knoledge of a murder at a young age. Was it possible that even though they knew what happened, they could live normaly ever again? Or would they have to leave their old lives behind and start aknew?
*END FLASHBACK*
AN; Oh my god! I hated wrighting this chap! I mean eww! I wrote about her sister cramned into a fireplace with her eyes carved out of their sockets! Ok, no more Stephen King books for me thanks! *Rose Madder..*shivers* so did not enjoy that book.... OK!! Anyways the next chap is going to be a song chaptor. You don't have to read it if you don't want to, but I'd advise you to. Well ciao everyone! I'm getting off so my step dad can invade my privacy and read my story even after I told him no. Bye.
On Mr.Pendanski's back was a chibbie picture of himself with a wig and a dress on, being chased by funny shibbies of Mr. Sir and The Warden, Mr. Sir had his pistol out and was firing at chibbie Pendanski, while the chibbie Warden was leading on army of rattle-snakes and yellow spotted lizards, she was pointing at Mom with one hand, and her other hand was down by her side clutching a bottle of black nailpolish, which, everyone concluded was her special rattle-snake venom polish. Mom decided to ignore the fact that the boys were laughing, concluding that 'Theodore' had farted again. ((You'd think that instead of laughing, they'd all have passed out. Dumb person...)) Mom left rather quickly after that thought.
*In D-tent*
"God damn, I don't think I've laughed that hard since before Zero came!" X- Ray wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes. "Aright, who drew it?" everyone stopped laughing and looked around the tent. No one raised their hand. There was silence for a while untill, "I did it. Damn bastard deserved some form of punishment." everyone looked at Conzeta, aka Mourn. "It speaks!" Zig- Zag cried and pretended to faint. Mourn laughed a little, something nobody ever thought was possible. Everyone was still shocked. "Oh snap out of it you morons!" she glared at everyone. That got them out of their trance. "Who are you calling a moron!?" Armpit yelled, raising his fist. "Ahh, pit! Put 'em down man!" "Come on! Have mercy on us!" everyone turned away holding their noses. Mourn looked disgusted. She leaned over the side of her cot amd rumaged through her bag. She then stood up and walked up to Armpit. He glared at her and vice versa. "Haaii ya!!!!!!" She jumped back and sprayed him with something out of a black-purple bottle. Armpit screamed and raised his srms to protect his face. Mourn stopped spraying and calmly walked over to her cot and sat down. "W..what did you do to me!?" Armpit cried. "I sprayed you with poisen." "P..Poisen?" "Yes, it's my favorite, not to mention strongest, perfume." "PERFUME!!!" "Yes, perfume, and I think it took away most of that foul oder emnateing from your body." Everyone stared at her blankly. She sighed. "His B.O." "Ohhhhh" everyone nodded, but still stared at her. "Since when did you decide to talk Mourn?" "Since that moron called Mom decided to tell you what I did. I will not have him telling you withought me telling you what truly happened. That is, if you wish to know." "Of course Mourn, we'd love to here what 'truly' happened." Mom hissed, his voice filled with a mocking sarcasm and dripping with evident hatered, the picture clutched in his hand. "I see you found my artwork Sagira, good. I beleive you were also coming to see about the screaming? Do not worry young, leiko one, I twas only takeing care of Theodore's myrrh, which was becoming quite a nusence." Mom glared, looking slightly confused. "Now whose the dumb one, eh 'Okasan' ?" "Why you!" "Come come, fighting will get you no where, you shall only loose again." "Shut up you little murderer." "Technically it would be murderess, seeing as how I am a girl, but then again, framed is such a better word." "Pah, there is absoltely no evidence that you were framed, only that you were the murderer. The bloody knife in your hand, your whole family dead, your mothers head on the mantle..." "Whoa.....You cut of your mothers head? I told you she was insane! But does anyone listen to Zig-Zag, nooooo! It's always, 'I read his file, it says he suffers from accute paranoia' or 'don't listen, he's paranoide,' well whose parinode now, eh!!?" Zig-Zag panted. Squid was on him in a heart beat. "It's because you are paranoide. It's because you aren't right, and will never be right! There are no cameras, there are no microphones, the F.B.I is not watching you, and CONZETA DID NOT MURDER HER FAMILY!" Squid was furious. His tooth pick had long since broken in half. "Whoa! Squid man, chill, chill Okay? We don't beleive she murdered her family, now just calm down!" Stanley pried Squid off of Ziggy. Squid nodded at Stanley, then turned and glared at Zig-Zag, who glared back. "You...beleive me?" "I..I.." Squid looked away. "I watched it happen." "You saw what happened! Really!" Conzeta's eyes shone with hope. "That means I have a witness!" "Hmph. That's not possible. Alan lived in Tennesee, while you lived in California. It's impossible." "No it isn't. We moved about a week later." "Really, so what happened Alan? Tells us." "No. It's Mourn's tale, not mine. She tells it." "Hmph, fine. Enlighten us Mourn." Mr. P smirked. "Fine. It all happened after I was coming home from school with my best friend Sarah..."
*FLASHBACK*
12 year olds Conzeta and Sarah, her best friend, laughed at a joke Sarah had told. "That was a good one Sis!" Conzeta said and wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. "Of course it was! I'm the one who told it!" Conzeta laughed at her friends attitude. "Hey! Did you hear about what happened to the fly on the toilet seat?" "No, what about it?" "He got pissed off!" Conzeta and Sarah cracked up again. "Ooo boy, I love that one!" "Me too! That was great!" "Why thank you Sarah!" "Your quite welcome sis. Hey Zeta?" "Yeah?" "Can I come over? We can do our homework together and finish up our science project. I have the clay and stuff for the volcano in my bag. Al we need is the spagettie sauce and weiner people." "Awesome! Come on over, my mom won't mind and dad's not supposed to be home till around...five, I think." "Perfect! No interuptions! We'll just tie your brother to a chair in his room and gag him so he won't bother us! It worked pretty well last time." "Haha! It sure did! He still isn't talking to me!" both girls laughed and headed up Conzeta's front porch. Suddenly the girls heard a scream and something hit the floor with a loud thud. Conzeta turned pale and the girls ran over to the window and looked in. Conzeta screamed. Her seven year old brother, Mickie, was hanging upside down over the couch, blood dripping from his mouth, chest, and back. Her older sister, 15 year old Keahi, was jammed into their tiny, unused fireplace, her eyes were gone and her body was cut open from her chest to her thigh. Conzeta's mother, her beautiful,loveing, curagius mother, was lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood. She had been stabbed countless times in the heart, her back, her legs and her stomech. Her head was gone. Cloudy brown eyes stared sightlessly at them through the window, her mouth open wide in terror. Who could have done this? Who was cruel enough to have murded them all so horribly? The answer. Her father towered over her mother grinning horribly. He was covered with his family's blood, all except one. Conzeta's. Conzeta covered her mouth in horror at what she had done. Oh why had she screamed! Her father turned his head sharply and stared at Conzeta and Sarah. His grin grew. He shot out of the living and out the front door. He grabbed Conzeta ans Sarah by their necks and dragged them inside. He through Conzeta on the floor and lifted Sarah up in the air. He was going to kill her! Conzeta stared at her father in horror. The malice in his dark brown eyes, the blood all over his body, the cold, evil grin, what had happened to him? He was not the father Conzeta knew. No, he was a crazed man, driven by an unknown hatered that had been buried in his heart. A hatered of himself. He cackled and brought the knife closer to Sarah's throat. "NO! SARAH! PLEASE! DADDY DON'T KILL HER!" Conzeta sobbed and pleaded for her friends life. "Zeta, always remember me. Please don't forget me. Il ove you so much, your like my sister. Run for it, don't look back, just RUN!" Sarah screamed as the knife tore through the flesh of her neck. Blood sprayed out of her neck and covered Conzeta. Conzeta screamed again as her friend's lifeless body was dropped carelessly to the red tainted carpet. Her father began advancing on her. "Why daddy!" she sobbed, "Why did you kill them?! Your family? My only friend!? Why daddy? What drove you to murder everyone?" she sobbed harder and started backing up. "Why? Because I can. The power I feel is consuming! Knowing that I am strong enough to have killed them all so easily. Come Conzeta, come join your family and your friend. Join then in a peaceful slumber for all eternity. You can not run from your destiny. Join them Conzeta, Join them!" her began to advance on her again. A 13 year old Alan watched the man go after his youngest daughter. He glanced around the room with wide eyes. So much blood.... never had he seen so much of the horrible crimson liquid splattered on a wall. He shook his head and watched the sobbing girl and her father. Never had he felt so completly useless in his life! He had to call the cops! 'Call them! Call them!' his mind screamed, but his legs refused to work. He watched as Conzeta's father kept advancing on her. Suddnly he lunged at her, she screamed and jumped out of the way and he crashed into the wall behind her. Conzeta screamed again and ran into the kitchen. Alan thought to himself, 'Why didn't she run out the front door?' Conzeta herself was thinking the same thing. She didn't know what she was doing anymore, her body wasn't obeying her mind anylonger. She ran to the counter and grabbed the butcher knife from the chopping station, where her mother had apperently been starting dinner. She ran back into the living room and ran at her father, who was still lying on the floor, struggling to pick himself up. "I hate you. I always have. I knew I couldn't trust you, you monster! You killed them, now I will kill you." her voice was calm and impassive, Alan marveled. She raised the knife and thrust it deep into the back of his heart. He yelled and went limp. She stared at him, not quite knowing what she had just done. Alan was shocked. She had just killed her father. The sweet, innocent, playful young girl next door had killed her father. 'I know it was on self defense, and after what she's just seen makes this feat look as a trivial matter, but...' he knew she had to do it, he knew that it was neccicary for her survival but it was so.....horrible to see. The sweetest girl he'd ever seen had to have her hands tainted with her family's blood, her best friend's blood. They both had to live knowing that they could do nothing and had to watch this slideshow over and over again in their dreams. They both had to live with the knoledge of a murder at a young age. Was it possible that even though they knew what happened, they could live normaly ever again? Or would they have to leave their old lives behind and start aknew?
*END FLASHBACK*
AN; Oh my god! I hated wrighting this chap! I mean eww! I wrote about her sister cramned into a fireplace with her eyes carved out of their sockets! Ok, no more Stephen King books for me thanks! *Rose Madder..*shivers* so did not enjoy that book.... OK!! Anyways the next chap is going to be a song chaptor. You don't have to read it if you don't want to, but I'd advise you to. Well ciao everyone! I'm getting off so my step dad can invade my privacy and read my story even after I told him no. Bye.
